In the snowstorm, the young man in the wheelchair walked alone. His lonely figure was so inconspicuous in the silver dress, but it was so clear.
The wheelchair rolled on the snow, making a creaking sound. Ning Chen had taken the Skyfrost Grass before, and the true energy in his body was also cold, so he was not afraid of the cold compared to most people. However, the pain in his legs made his face pale.
Unknowingly, it had been almost half a year since he came to this world. It wasn't long, but he had experienced many hardships.
There was no destination on the road to the north. Ning Chen went wherever he went. He had the silver given by the Academy, which he got from chopping firewood.
Sometimes, he would spend the night in the wilderness. When he was hungry, he would eat some dry food or hunt a wild rabbit. When he was thirsty, he would casually eat a mouthful of snow. On a snowy day, there was no shortage of water.
The snow had been falling for too long, and few people were going out. The caravans were also waiting for a sunny day. The whole world seemed so quiet, so quiet that it was a little scary.
Loneliness was the only constant. Gradually, Ning Chen got used to loneliness and the pain in his legs. He didn't feel lonely or painful.
Habit was indeed a terrible thing sometimes. It could make everything gradually become a matter of course.
The Shu Road was difficult. It was even more difficult than ascending to the sky. Ning Chen did not walk the Shu Road, but to him, the snowy road under him was no less difficult than the Shu Road.
People only know how to cherish things when they lose them. The once frivolous youth had now become a reflection. Every day, all Ning Chen could do was keep walking, sitting in a wheelchair, and walking.
His martial arts progress was much faster than before. The cold and snowy weather seemed to have helped his cultivation a lot. With a flip of his hand, frost condensed like a small snowfall.
The cultivation of Houtian fourth grade was already not bad in this world. Moreover, he had only cultivated for less than half a year.
He could be considered lucky. Ever since he started cultivating, the people who guided him were all rare experts in the world. He even came into contact with the principal, even though he was still unconscious at that time.
After walking for five days, Ning Chen finally stopped looking at the endless wasteland. He arrived at an ancient city, Fallen Moon City.
The name of the ancient city was very special. It was said that there was a moonstream outside the city. It was very steep, but it was also the shortest road from the north to the south. Most of the caravans passing by chose to pass through the mountain stream, which saved them a lot of trouble.
The snow gradually stopped, and the sky had not cleared up yet. However, the people who had been holding it in for more than a month still left their houses. Some swept the snow, and some went out to the streets.
The ancient city gradually became lively. The sound of things being sold, the sound of pedestrians bargaining, the sound of couples quarreling, and the cries of children being beaten.
Ning Chen sat in his wheelchair, quietly looking at the world. His heart was calm, like a passerby. In fact, he was really just a passerby.
"Giddyup!"
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves broke the silence. At the corner of the street in the distance, a man and a horse galloped quickly on the street. In an instant, the passers-by panicked and panicked.
Ning Chen was in the middle of the street and could have dodged in time. However, just as he was about to turn his wheelchair to dodge, his hands stopped again.
Why did he hide?
Had he not hidden enough in his life?
On the street, the people had already dispersed. Only Ning Chen, who was sitting in the middle of the road, was galloping over.
Some people exclaimed, some were worried, and some were gloating.
In front of the crowd, there was a woman in light blue clothes. She had beautiful eyes and a faint worry. She also calmed down and looked curiously at the young man in the middle of the road.
The black horse ran over, and the young man on it revealed a mocking expression.
"Bang!"
With a terrifying loud sound, the black horse cried out in grief. In the midst of the snowflakes that filled the sky, the youth in the wheelchair sat there steadily, not moving an inch.
The young man pressed his hand on the black horse's face, so the black horse couldn't move an inch.
The young man on the black horse fell down with a bang. He fell very miserably, and his face was covered in blood.
"You're courting death!"
The young man immediately got up with a ferocious expression. He pulled out the sword at his waist and slashed at Ning Chen.
"Sigh!"
Ning Chen sighed softly. No one knew what he was sighing about.
In the next moment, an ordinary chopper swung down with the most perfect sharpness.
The reason why it was perfect was because Ning Chen had been swinging this blade for more than two months. Who knew how many tens of thousands of times.
"Ding!"
With a crisp sound, the sword in the young man's hand broke without any suspense.
The young man was stunned, and so were the pedestrians on the roadside. Only the young man quietly turned his wheelchair and slowly left.
The curiosity in the beautiful woman's eyes became even stronger. What a strange young man.
Ning Chen felt the curious gazes of the women in the crowd. After taking a look, he continued to leave. She was a very beautiful woman, but she looked a little sick. Although she hid it well, she could not hide her faint fatigue.
On the road, people met each other. It was fate and also heaven's will. Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and brushed past the woman. They no longer looked at each other or looked back. They gradually went away.
"Miss," an old woman beside the woman called out softly.
" He is very similar to me," the woman said softly, a hint of fatigue flashing in her eyes.
" Miss is the smartest person in the world. No one can compare to Miss," the old woman said with certainty.
"He's very similar to me."
The woman repeated. Her tone was calm, but there was an unquestionable majesty.
Hearing this, the old woman fell silent and didn't dare to refute.
"Let's go."
The woman spoke and immediately walked in the opposite direction of the young man.
A short interlude could not change anything. One had to go north, and the other had to go south. It was fate in his previous life that they brushed past each other.
The scenery of the Northern Kingdom was the most beautiful. Ning Chen stayed in Luoyue City for a day. At night, he looked at the prosperity of this ancient city that was different from the Imperial City. His calm heart actually had a hint of nostalgia.
"There's a ghost!"
Outside the city, a mournful cry rang out. Soon, the entire city was filled with fear. A ghost sedan appeared from the Fallen Moon Stream. The Black and White Impermanence opened the way, and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face opened the way. The sinister aura shocked the entire Fallen Moon City.
Many people witnessed this terrifying scene and ran back like crazy.
Ning Chen was originally the one who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but now he was confused.
If there were no ghosts and gods in the world, then what was his experience?
Denying the existence of ghosts and gods was equivalent to denying his existence to a large extent.
Ning Chen pushed the wheelchair towards the Fallen Moon Stream. He really wanted to see if there were ghosts and gods in this world.
Obviously, there were people in the city who had similar thoughts as him. When the ordinary people could not escape in time, they rushed over curiously.
The woman in light blue was one of them. She was about to leave the city, but she turned back.
" Miss, your body is weak. You shouldn't get close to these ghostly things," the old woman said worriedly.
" There shouldn't be ghosts in this world," the woman replied calmly without much change on her beautiful face.
The old woman knew that she could not persuade him, so she could only follow him. She was not afraid of ghosts, but the young miss's body was too weak.
The cold wind blew, and the woman's face turned slightly pale. She coughed a few times, but her footsteps did not stop.
At night, the mountain stream outside the city was very cold, especially after more than a month of intermittent heavy snow. The snow sealed the mountain, and the road to the mountain stream was also blocked. The snow at the shallowest point was knee-deep, making it difficult to move forward.
When everyone arrived at the mountain stream, the Nether Ghost Carriage had already disappeared. The Ox-Head Horse-Face and the Black and White Impermanences had also disappeared. Only the cold and evil aura lingered in the mountain stream for a long time.
The "ghost girl" looked at him for a long time before she said two words.
"There shouldn't be ghosts in this world."
At this moment, a confused voice sounded.
A hint of mockery flashed across the woman's beautiful face as she said," If there are even monsters like Xiantian Lords in this world, why can't there be ghosts?"
Ning Chen was silent for a moment before replying," Xiantian was once a human too."
The woman snorted coldly and said,"How do you know that ghosts weren't human before?"
Ning Chen fell silent again, not knowing how to answer.
Not seeing what they wanted to see, most of the people in front of the mountain stream returned disappointed. Ning Chen also turned his wheelchair and walked towards the city.
The woman walked forward and stood behind Ning Chen. Her slender and beautiful hands pushed the wheelchair. She didn't say anything and just pushed it quietly.
The old woman's eyes flashed with surprise. It wasn't because of the young miss's identity. She was surprised because this scene seemed too natural, as if it should be like this.
" Thank you," Ning Chen said softly.
" Mm." The woman accepted it calmly.
The two of them walked one after the other. Ning Chen sat in the wheelchair while the woman pushed the wheelchair. They didn't say much but walked quietly. In the night, the moon that was covered by dark clouds occasionally revealed a trace of moonlight. In the blink of an eye, it shrank back shyly.
"May I know your name?"
"Moon Spirit!"
"Young Master, what about you?"
" Ning Fan!"
The two of them exchanged their names. Ning Fan was named by Ning Chen casually while Yue Ling was named by the woman casually.
To the two of them, a name was just a form of address. What difference did it make if it was real or fake?
" Young Master Ning, where are you going?" Yue Ling asked.
" North, where's Miss Ling?" Ning Chen asked casually.
" South," Yue Ling replied.
"What a coincidence."
"Yeah, I know."
The two of them casually walked around the city. The old woman followed behind them and did not get too close.
The night in Fallen Moon City was very beautiful. The river in the city was brightly lit, and even the cold weather could not stop talented scholars and beautiful women from playing poems by the river.
The place of fireworks was always livelier.
"Young Master seems to like this kind of place very much."
Yue Ling looked at Ning Chen and said. Her words were calm and there was no sarcasm in them. She was just stating a fact.
" I just thought of some old friends," Ning Chen replied.
This time, a hint of difference flashed across Yue Ling's eyes. Ning Chen didn't seem like someone who would miss fireworks. Why would there be an old friend in such a place?
Ning Chen did not explain. Today, he saw some places in the city selling soap. The price was not expensive, and ordinary people could afford it. It seemed that Yue Hanyi was not an incorrigible woman.
For some unknown reason, he did not have a good impression of Yue Hanyi, even though he knew that the Lingyan Pavilion treated the women in it quite well.
"I haven't been here for a long time, but I didn't expect that there would be something called soap in the Central Plains." As if their hearts were connected, Yue Ling looked at the bustling scene in front of her and couldn't help but sigh.
"Miss, you're not from the Central Plains?" Ning Chen asked.
" Heh." Yue Ling shook her head. She didn't want to continue talking about the problem.
"Young master Ning, can you let Yue Ling take your pulse?"
"Young Lady knows medicine?"
Ning Chen asked curiously, but he still obediently stretched out his arm.
"He's just a doctor after a long illness."
Yue Ling replied calmly and placed her finger on the former's wrist.
A moment later, Yue Ling retracted her right hand and said," Young Master seems to have suffered severe injuries. Furthermore, he fell from a high place, causing his meridians and bones to be severely injured."
" Miss is really a miracle doctor," Ning Chen praised softly.
"I don't deserve to be called a divine doctor, but Yue Ling is a little curious. It's a miracle that young master could survive from his injuries.”
Yue Ling asked curiously. In this world, she had never heard of anyone who had such medical skills.
Ning Chen was silent and did not answer.
Yue Ling didn't ask any more questions and slowly said," Actually, it's not as if there's no hope for Young Master's injury. According to Yue Ling's knowledge, there are at least three things in the world that can cure Young Master's leg injury."
"What is it?" Ning Chen squinted his eyes and asked.
" The Sky Book of the Eternal Night Divine Sect, the Heavenly Lake of the Northern Meng Royal Court, and the Xiantian Pellet of the Great Xia Imperial Palace," Yue Ling said seriously.
"Ha!" Ning Chen chuckled and said,"You must be joking."
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